The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'
"We can turn the lights on now." Uriel announced once they finally reached the mountain that would lead them to the sky islands breaking the awkward silence that befell the group after his outburst.
"What about the light seekers?" Luna asked as though nothing had happened.
"Lightseekers?" Medusa echoed.
"That's the name of the creatures that hunt anything that carries a light. They are... uhmmm, they fly." Luna fell short of words to describe the mysterious cryptids wishing she could show Medusa the drawings she made of those creatures. She, or anyone for that matter, had ever laid their eyes on such cryptids before and the only reason why she knew what they looked like was thanks to one of the dolls Uriel gave her.